Chapter 218: Suspicion of the Undying Bird

Wu Shanqiu looked and immediately clicked on the message: "Fei-ge, Hao Weiwei's novel has been updated again."

Qi Fei also took out his phone. In order to track the movements of the cyber killer, they now all followed Hao Weiwei's "God of War: Restarting Life."

This novel with a cliché plot and mediocre popularity actually gained the attention of several police "fans" after the author died. It's truly ironic.

Wu Shanqiu read out the title of the latest chapter after seeing it: "Am I Not a Human-Machine?"

"Ha?" Ji Peng on the opposite side heard this and couldn't help but say, "Did this guy overhear us talking?"

Saying this, he also clicked on his phone and soon found this novel. The three of them read this chapter called "Am I Not a Human-Machine?" in unison.

However, unlike the long-windedness before, this content was very short, with only a paragraph of ambiguous meaning:

I miss the river reflecting the moonlight after sunset, and the moist breath of soil in the evening breeze.

I miss the bone-chilling grief and passionate love, and I miss the dreams of life roaming in the high sky like kites. Life is long and seems to have no end.

"This person's literary talent is okay, but what does he want to explain?" Wu Shanqiu frowned after reading it.

"Am I not a human-machine?" Qi Fei muttered.

"This is the title, so what does it mean?" Wu Shanqiu looked at the text back and forth, not knowing why.

"This is not just the title." Qi Fei said, "This is also the answer."

"This handsome police officer seems to know literature." Ji Peng nodded in agreement when he heard this, "If these texts and the two articles before are written by the same person, then I have to say, this person is a master of playing with words." He pushed his glasses, "I told you just now that I think AI can't replace writing because the things it writes can only express things at the skin level. That kind of deep emotion, how should I put it? Some people will be bluffed by its gorgeous rhetoric, but we who write articles still have relatively strong empathy. Anyway, if it were written by AI, I couldn't empathize."

Ji Peng looked at Wu Shanqiu, who was confused, and gave a further analogy: "Let's put it this way. It's like one is a living person and the other is a wax figure. You might get confused when looking from afar, but if you look closely, you will find that the things created by AI are like wax figures, without breathing or pulse.

However, the things released are clearly not. How did this person know we suspected he was AI?" Speaking of this, he grinned, "Yeah, does this count as helping me clear my suspicion? I am chatting with you..."

"You said before that a person's writing style is like a fingerprint, unique. But didn't this person write a completely different style?" Qi Fei seemed unable to let Ji Peng go easily and continued to ask.

"His phrasing is still very simple. This hasn't changed. It's just that he is a master, using simple words to express a deep emotion. This is very powerful. I ask myself that I can't do it." Ji Peng said sincerely, and then a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and pushed his glasses again, "I always feel that I should have seen similar text. Strange, where is it?"

"Written by some author?" Wu Shanqiu prompted.

Ji Peng nodded slightly: "Maybe, but I have read too many and too messy web novels. I don't know which one has a similar style."

"AI style?" Wu Shanqiu laughed.

The elevator creaked and descended.

Because the floor Ji Peng lived on was too high, Qi Fei even had a feeling of ear blockage similar to when an airplane lands.

"Fei-ge..." Wu Shanqiu's voice seemed to come from a very distant place, "Do you think Ji Peng is innocent?"

Qi Fei covered his ears with his palms and said: "It's too early to draw a conclusion now. If I'm not mistaken, this kind of novel release can be set to be timed, right? For example, he could set the release time for today yesterday and send the chapter out while talking to us?"

"Theoretically, it should be possible. We will know after we go back and try it in the background of the writing software ourselves. But Fei-ge, why do you have such a big suspicion of this Ji Peng?"

"It's not that I suspect him, but I noticed the books on his bookshelf. In addition to some literature-related ones, I saw many professional books on machinery and engineering. And the clothes he hurriedly packed when we entered the room, I saw work clothes. It seems that before Ji Peng became a full-time writer, he was very likely engaged in work related to this aspect."

"Engaged in work that requires rigor and efficiency!" Wu Shanqiu blurted out, "This is a characteristic of him analyzed by Zhong Kui through the cyber killer's article."

"Not only that, he is from Nancheng University. There is a trophy on the bookshelf, which was awarded to him by the Nancheng University Alumni Literary Creation Competition."

"That is to say, this Ji Peng has received higher education. Speaking of which, this Ji Peng had a fierce quarrel with Hao Weiwei on the internet, has a high level of knowledge, and has been engaged in rigorous and efficient work. Doesn't that mean he almost hit the mark?" Wu Shanqiu said, unable to help but widen her eyes.

The elevator stopped slowly on the first floor. Qi Fei walked out of the elevator, looked at the silk tree swaying messily in the river wind outside the lobby, and asked: "What was his pen name again?"

"Undying Bird."

"Didn't he say that everyone's writing style is unique? It seems that we have to be forced to read web novels again when we go back. He said the murderer's writing has an AI feeling. Let's see if Undying Bird's novel has an AI feeling."

It was late at night. The desk lamp in front of Qi Fei was still on. He put down the mouse and reached out to rub his sore eyes. Behind him came the sound of Wu Shanqiu yawning.

"Fei-ge, reading web novels with pay is also quite tiring." Wu Shanqiu's voice was full of fatigue, "Although this Undying Bird's novel is much better than what Hao Weiwei wrote, no wonder it can sell for 500,000."

"I don't know if it's written well, but it looks different from the cyber killer's style." Qi Fei looked at the dense words on the computer screen.

"Indeed, this whimsical style is quite surprising to me, and the contrast with the person we saw during the day is quite big. Speaking of which, I just received news that before Hao Weiwei was murdered, there was indeed an author on the list we screened who came to Nancheng from another place and lived in a hotel in Jiangbei."

Qi Fei heard this and couldn't help but grin: "Hmm? Can we really catch a fish by casting such a wide net?"

"Hey, there's something that will make you even happier. This person is still living in that hotel and has no intention of leaving." Wu Shanqiu laughed. ===== CHAPTER 219 =====